Well. But, Gentlemen, the People daily flock to him, so that his Army is too considerable for us to oppose by any thing but Policy.
Down. We are sensible, Gentlemen, that our Fortunes, our Honours, and our Lives are at stake; and therefore you are call’d together to consult what’s to be done in this Grand Affair, till our Governour and Forces arrive from England: the Truce he made with the Indians will be out to morrow.
Whiff. Ay, and then he intends to have another bout with the Indians. Let’s have patience, I say, till he has thrumb’d their Jackets, and then to work with your Politicks as soon as you please.
Down. Colonel Wellman has answer’d that point, good Captain Whiff; ’tis the Event of this Battel we ought to dread; and if won or lost, will be equally fatal for us, either from the Indians or from Bacon.
Dun. With the Permission of the honourable Board, I think I have hit upon an Expedient that may prevent this Battel: your Honours shall write a Letter to Bacon, where you shall acknowledge his Services, invite him kindly home, and offer him a Commission for General—
Whiff. Just my Nancy’s Counsel—Dr. Dunce has spoken like a Cherubin, he shall have my Voice for General; what say you, Brother Whimsey?
[Down.] I say he is a Noble Fellow, and fit for a General.
Dun. But conceive me right, Gentlemen; as soon as he shall have render’d himself, seize him, and strike off his Head at the Fort.
Whiff. Hum! his Head—Brother.
Whim. Ay, ay, Dr. Dunce speaks like a Cherubin.